Sonnet 31 - Center of Our Storm

The rain is falling gentler now, the wind
a mere whisper of its former voice. You
sleep softly, head in my lap, and remind
me that all my dearest dreams lie here, too.

Dressed only in your over-sized fuzzy
sweater, you are a wonder, a marvel
of beauty, shaped and molded just for me.
My hand glides down your side. I let it dwell

just a moment at your waist, then hover
and rest on your naked hip. Hours ago
the leading edge of a cloudburst swept over
our home. Lightning filled your eyes – you do so

love the thunder. Two souls, one writhing form,
we found peace in the center of our storm.